A walk in the park

I've joked that Charlie is the perfect-size dog because he's too big to fit in your lap (which means I can walk him through the -- let's call it "socially diverse"? -- Pentagon City area without being eyeballed and sized up more than usual by other men), but too small to drink out of the toilet (which means Rachel doesn't have to break out a baby wipe every time Charlie licks her hello). And I've recently learned he's just right for the Pentagon City park's water fountains. I don't think many folks these days even know how to use a public park's water fountains, they've been drinking their Vitamin Waters for so long, so I wasn't worried about upsetting anyone; one may have even looked up and patted herself on the back for working a bit harder every year so that The Man could install "doggy watering stations" in her local parks.

And here's Hudson, who happens to match his stroller, holding his pacifier in like the good boy he is. Sleeping peacefully.

And here he is again, dukes up, not too pleased to have been awakened.